The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

   Chapter 537 Siyu Fenghou 2

  The girl curled up on the ground, a small and slender mass, like a homeless milk cat.

  Song Zhao raised his head and watched the man walking towards him.

   Her lips were pale and her face was pale.

   Wounds all over his body, fragile and pitiful.

  Siyu stood in front of her.

   His peach blossom eyes were congested, and the back of his hand had blue veins bursting out!

   Lord Quanchen already knows the truth, he must also want to kill her now.

  Song Zhao was ashamed and afraid. He didn't dare to look at him for a moment. He only stared at Si Yu's wet military boots, and said softly, "Brother...that me..."

   Siyu interrupted in a deep voice, "Can you get up?"

  Song Zhao bit his lip, moved his body carefully, put his hands on the ground with thin white hands, endured the pain, and tried hard to get up from the ground.

  Siyu stared at her silently.

With a faint sigh, he squatted directly in front of Song Zhao, blocking the view of everyone in the cell behind with his body, and lifted her skirt and silk trousers with his fingertips.

   Serious whiplash was clearly visible on the white and tender skin of the girl, which penetrated deep into the flesh and dripped with blood.

   Siyu stroked those wounds.

  The little lady of the Song family is so delicate, she is always particularly afraid of pain, but under his nose, because of his people, she has suffered so much.

  The blood thumped violently from his body, but his handsome face still showed no emotion, and asked in a gentle tone, "Does it hurt?"

  Song Zhao was not sure what Si Yu meant.

   She thought that he would give her a knife.

   After all, Lord Quanchen is so vengeful, those who bullied him are all on his death list... And the crime she committed is already a certain death.

   But looking at the big sword that Si Yu threw on the ground, Song Zhao was a little scared.

  What a big knife... Why don't we go back and change to a smaller one.

   pursed his lips, Song Zhao shrank his body, and decided to pretend to be stupid first, lowered his brows, and responded aggrievedly, "It hurts."

  Siyu gently embraced the girl in his arms, so careful, as if he were treating the world's most precious treasure.

   He bowed his head and kissed the girl's intentions, and said softly, "Azhao cut the way out for me, and my brother also cut the way forward for Ah Zhao."

  Song Zhao silently hugged his neck, hugged him unconsciously, and whispered in a coquettish voice, "I knew you would come to pick me up."

   They are all trying their best to create a way out for each other.

  A Zhao like this, how could he be willing to hurt Siyu's hair?

   She is very concerned about him.

  Siyu will not believe anyone's words.

   He raised his eyes, rubbed her forehead with his cheek, and said in a low voice, "Azhao, brother is here to pick you up and go home."

  Song Zhao's eyes flickered.

  Thinking of the afternoon, he rode on his horse and told her in high spirits, waiting for him to marry her.

   She actually wanted to ask, if I am willing to marry, do you still want me?

   But he didn't talk about it, and she didn't have the confidence to ask, so she could only keep him tight in silence.

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   The night is long, approaching dawn.

  The prince sat on the imperial ship and led 10,000 personal guards, and finally reached the gate of Nanxun.

  A piece of Wuyangyang, mighty broke into Nanxun, led by the people to the Huaihe River.

   Four hours have passed, but Si Yu and Song Zhao have not heard from each other.

   The county magistrate has already tacitly agreed that Si Yu will die, and he feels that the whole person is OK again.

   When Fu Nanqian, Di Ru and other sergeants were restless, they saw the prince's team coming in a hurry.

  The sky was not completely clear, and the elite soldiers brought by the prince brought bright lamps to illuminate the whole Heti.

  The prince was dressed in a bright yellow robe with wide sleeves and sat on a high sedan chair.

   (end of this chapter)